The Geography of Recognition
We often speak of time as a river, something that carries us forward, but perhaps it is more like a map we draw while walking. We mark the landmarks of our lives—a shared secret, a quiet afternoon, a sudden departure—and assume they will…
In the Festival of Lights by Nirupam Roy
The photograph is taken amid the lights of Diwali, the festival of lights. It is one of the greatest festivals of India. He is my nephew and just 3 years old, but he is so daring that we have to keep ourselves always busy to take a look of him.…
The Weight of the Tide
The moon does not ask for permission to rise. It simply arrives, a cold weight pulling at the salt and the silt. We spend our lives measuring the distance between the shore and the deep, convinced that we are the ones who decide when to leave…